Sunday we ended up taking two cars to church. I will spare you that long and boring story and what it tells you about my terrible lack of Saturday organization. (Saturday IS a special day: it is the day I work and work all day long only to still not be ready for Sunday.) Suffice it to say, when it came time to go home, the kids were loaded up and Plantboy and I stood debating who would drive the van and who would take the quieter journey in the Civic.
We put it to the kids. Who, like they always do, yelled, "Mom!" Le sigh.
Even Plantboy felt the smart of such preferential treatment this time and said, with mock incredulity, "You guys stink!"
To which Jedi Knight replied, "That's okay, Dad. Mom is used to that little boy smell."
Uh, yeah, I guess I am.
I don't think I'll ever get used to big boy smell, though. In a few years I have no doubt that Febreeze, open windows and Speed Stick will be my best friends.